This poem says it all a beautiful place to be, big hugs from Willow

Standing on the mountain gives vision to the weak and richness to the poor of heart. For I have stood on a mountain and saw the cotton below me. Like a hand spread out and shadow below it. How beautiful with the wind whispering in my ear. For I know I have seen this scene countless times below. But it only appeared like a gray smoke haze snaking in the wind. And it's grayness from below seemed to go on and on with no hope of the sun shining high above. And as if heaven could not bear this pain tears fall straight down as if to drown out the silence or silence the ground. Yet when the tears stop I find life abundant grass has drank greedily and all that took shelter is free in joy seeking release. Knowing this now I can still stand on that mountain and be sheltered in the sight of what is to come. Those clouds can no longer still away my passion nor hold hostage my passage. For after the rain comes the sun...

I love the simple release a pictures you paint with such few words. I thank you once again. Maybe you can tell me how the clouds are lined up below you. What do they look like?

Ansel

thank you willow

i'm loving it here
for here i meditate in all beauty,
for here i meditate in all sweet,
for here i meditate in you....life,
never a grin always a laugh and a smile.